he is laughing, eating yogurt covered in an array of toppings - toppings that i've chosen before, and i know he likes too - and i'm laughing along when it hits me just how much i like him. this isn't falling in love. falling implies something that didn't happen with purpose, with choice. no, this is growing into love. this is grabbing his hand and choosing to walk through this together, whether we smile or get hurt or everything in between.
oh god, i’m in love again // thewriterain












